Sailing on the seven seize the day tripper
Diem’s killed the cat’s eye in the looking glass
One for all and all for one and three for five and eight for
Fibonacci spiral, circle in the round
Full circle, half the time, I can barely climb
Trapped inside this Octavarium
Root of all evil, this silence speaks
Voices in my head return to me
Twenty-four five twelve, the numbers game
I am the last to know or so it seems
Full circle, I’m still here, moving through the years
Trapped inside this Octavarium